I sat back on my elbows and felt him in the dark get between my parted legs and found my slit wet and ready, with little ceremony he mounted me. Tim's... dick easily slid into my slit and he began a steady pumping rhythm. Maybe it was the wine that was affecting me or the fact I had been felt up all night, but I was like a whore on Saturday night! You ask how do I know how a whore on Saturday night is, I WAS ONE , OR AM I STILL ONE , BUT I KNOW HOW IT IS !!! Cheek to cheek with my husband I was. So she let go.When, finally, an hour or so later, the ropes wereremoved, one by one, she felt so light-headed she thoughtshe might pass out. She felt a hand reach out to supporther, to stop her falling. She didn’t want the blindfold to betaken off. She wanted to stay like this. Forever. She didnot want to return to the ordinary world. Yet she knew thatonce her eyes were open again she would feel anything butordinary. She felt like she had been reborn.‘Are you okay?’ asked Elliott.There was. I will come round about eleven in the morning.”“Great. And while we are talking Marie. What about you and me.”“What do you mean?”I had got up and was looking down at her at this point. She was wearing a tee shirt with a loose neck and from where I was standing I could just see the swell of her petite breasts. “What would you do if I put my hand down your top right now and touched your breasts?”“I don’t know.” She replied calmly.One thing I had come to realise about Marie was if she said ‘No’. He was trying very hard tobecome, if though it was late, part of my life. Having him give me away,I felt would go a long way to "normalizing" our relationship. I hadstopped thinking of myself as a guy a long time ago and it is the dreamof every girl to have her Father walk her down the aisle and give heraway. Besides, Mom was going to be my Maid of Honor.When we finally got back to Jacquie's, a few people had already startedto show up. We snuck in the side door so no one would see us. I.